At a New Year’s Party I ran into a photographer and had a brief but memorable conversation. After commenting on how little I’d changed in the years since we saw one another on a regular basis at Tango dances, he asked me a very strange question: “Are you still writing?” How could he wonder about that? Of course, I’m still writing. I’m always writing. After I assured him that I’m still writing and that I never stopped, I asked about his photography. He replied that the studio was history—the typical story of NYC rent hikes killing a longtime business. I
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